RPO — Ezra Loomis Pound : Envoi


    Go, dumb-born book,
    Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:
    Hadst thou but song
    As thou hast subjects known,
    Then were there cause in thee that should condone
    Even my faults that heavy upon me lie
    And build her glories their longevity.
    Tell her that sheds
    Such treasure in the air,
    Recking naught else but that her graces give
    Life to the moment,
    I would bid them live
    As roses might, in magic amber laid,
    Red overwrought with orange and all made
    One substance and one colour
    Braving time.
    Tell her that goes
    With song upon her lips
    But sings not out the song, nor knows
    The maker of it, some other mouth,
    May be as fair as hers,
    Might, in new ages, gain her worshippers,
    When our two dusts with Waller’s shall be laid,
    Siftings on siftings in oblivion,
    Till change hath broken down
    All things save Beauty alone.

    Ezra Pound, Envoi


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